Dawg Quotes

Tell her I am Peace Dawg but I think her cats are closely allied with The Man. I'm going to stick it to them.

Ain't you been listening? I'm YUSUKE URAMESHI... the same ornery dawg you've always known and loved. So I have a DEMON ANCESTOR! Big Deal! I'm still going To KICK Sensui's sorry butt! -Yusuke

sucks for you dawg

Tonights is the first football game of the season West Paragon Dawgs versus East Paragon Dolphins - Cerberus guardiam of the underworld versus Flipper - go figure.

Well, she thought, that big old dawg with the hatred in his eyes had killed her after all.

Chilli dawgs always bark at night.

If you won her heart, you'd be top dawg.

Like a milk mustache, faint traces of you persist; love leaves evidence.

Hey dawg, wassup?" he said, in the strange way that white talent agents from Los Angeles do in an attempt to sound like young black men from underprivileged backgrounds. A linguistic fashion as peculiar as the lisp that everybody in medieval Spain had to adopt after the king developed a speech impediment.

What make Gatsby so damn great—like da book’s title indicatin’—is dat unlike da rest of deez shallow rich folk, Gatsby actually believe in somethin’: love, dawg. He build himself a new identity jus’ for Daisy. Errybody else straight-up empty inside.

The twins and their friends gave Mother Goose and Merlin good-bye hugs. "Bye, M.G.," Conner said. "Thanks again for saving us in the -" "Listen, C-Dawg, I need a favor," Mother Goose whispered while they were hugging. "Remember my vault in Monte Carlo? Well, I haven't aid the lease in over a year. They're going to throw my stuff out on the street if someone doesn't clean it out. In the back corner, behind Plato's scrolls, you'll find a brown paper bag. Keep whatever you want, but flush the bag. Can you do that for me?" "Um . . . sure?" he said, "But what's in the -" "You're a good man," she said, and patted him on the back. Conner was equally intrigued and disturbed by the request - but that was how Mother Goose left most people she encountered.

This is it, dawgs”, I say. “From boys to men. Tenth grade is the year we tag all the bases. First, second, third and then we slide into home.

How can you live with yourself, being so wrong all the time, dawg?

These white people don’t got no respect for us, dawg. Especially the cops. All they ‘protect and serve’ is their own interests.

Your dog is the ultimate acolyte; he believes you are the very image of God.

A guy is walking along the road in Glasgow and sees a man with a humungous great dog on the other side of the street. He goes over and says, 'Hey, Jimmy, dis yer dawg byte?' The man says, 'Nu.' So the guy pats the dog on the head, whereupon the dog snaps, and bites off a couple of fingers. 'Grrrwrwrwrwrrfraarrrrrgggggklle...umph.' The guy screams 'Aaaghgee' as blood streams from his hand, and shouts, 'A tawt yer said yer dawg dusna byte.' The man says quietly with a look of calm diffidence, 'Sna ma dawg.

Jerome,” Raymer said, not really caring if his own exasperation showed through. “I’m white, okay? I’m sorry, but that’s what I am. How am I supposed to know who all these people are?” Jerome massaged his temples. “The same way I know who Charles Dickens was.” This, Raymer gathered, was in reference to the copy of Great Expectations he’d purchased back at the bookstore. He’d started to put it back on the shelf but then thought again and brought it up to the register. “The same way I know who James Bond is,” Jerome continued. “What do you want from me?” Raymer said. “I’m sorry I don’t know the same things you know.” “That’s not the point, Dawg. The point is that it’s part of your privilege to not know who these Black folks are. I, on the other hand, am supposed to know who Dickens is. You get to skate on Langston Hughes and nobody busts your balls.

Homer looked back at me. 'Pete, can I tell ya somethin' real important?' 'Sure, what is it?' I couldn't imagine what Homer was about to say. He sat down on a rounded rock. I sat down too. 'One thing I've learned is that ya never know what's gonna happen to ya in this old life. Everything can change, just like that.' He snapped his fingers, loud and fast. 'You never know what might happen to ya and that dawg ah yers. Ya know what you should do? You ought to settle down here ... On my mountain.' His words were coming quickly and eagerly. 'I'll teach ya all the ways of livin' up here, and someday when ya get a place built, you can have yerself a family.' Homer wasn't kidding me. 'And, besides, ya know I ain't gonna be here forever. When I leave, then you can take care of this place for me. You understand more than anyone why I love this place so much. I know ya wouldn't let them lumbermen and hunters come up here and hurt my place.' There was a shell around Homer and reaching his heart was like breaking a granite boulder with your bare hands. But now, Homer's heart was breaking. After he finished he turned away from me. When he turned back, his questioning eyes were teary. 'Homer, what you just said was beautiful.' I looked down at my boots and rolled a rock back and forth under my heel. 'But, I don't know. I'll have to give it some serious thought, okay?' As quickly as Homer had broken his stride and opened himself up, he was fast on his feet walking back up the mountain. He stayed as quiet as the king trees that he loved so much, never again saying a word to me about his amazing invitation.

I pulled off the highway and found a motel. The room stunk of cigarettes and the shower was caked in mildew. I pulled the brown and maroon paisley comforter off, threw it on the floor, and doused my hands in sanitizer. I slept on top of towels I laid across the sheets. In the morning I grabbed a stale doughnut and weak coffee from the free continental breakfast in the lobby and headed out to my truck, where I discovered my bike had been stolen from the back. In my sleep-deprived state the night before, I hadn’t even thought about the possibility of my bike being stolen. I slumped into the driver’s seat and finished my disgusting doughnut. Still in the motel parking lot, I shaved with an electric shaver using the side mirror of the truck. After one half of my face was shaved, the batteries died. There are just certain times in life when every fucking thing we do seems so arbitrary. Why in the world did I shave my face to begin with? I drove to a drugstore and got more batteries and a lot of weird looks from shoppers. At checkout, the gum-popping, teenage female clerk smirked at me. I decided to let humor prevail. “Do you like this look?” I smiled and pointed to my face. “That’s dope.” “Thanks, dawg.” “Peace out,” she said, and I walked out. I didn’t turn around but I held up a peace sign and said, “Word.

Jeff was called “dawg,” “bro,” “dude,” and “Holmes,” and

You had no intention of sharing Kelly with Rowdy even if it had been what he wanted, did you?” Dawg grunted. Rowdy would have killed both of them if they had touched Kelly. “Neither did you unless Rowdy really still needed it.

Cut her again, and we’re finished. As friends, as family. Do you hear me, Dawg? That woman owns me, and she always will. You cut her again, and we’re finished.

Was James Dawg Mackay aware Johnny was also the biological son of his father, your brother Chandler Mackay?

Dude, what the fuck are you doing? You finally found someone you love, and you’re staying here with me? Love is a risk. That’s the gig. But you do it anyway because it’s also the best fucking thing in the world. Go home, T-Dawg. Sheldon is waiting for you.

Babes, I am the rich man… don’t need to fuck with a man because he got money… I’m the big dawg round here.

Oh my God. Oh my God,” Lyrica whispered, waving her hands in front of her face as she stared at him, eyes wide. “Dawg’s gonna have pups when he finds out about this.

Sharp as a Marble Why, he's dumber than a dawg chasing stock cars on a circle track.

That Louisiana Kinda Cajun Stupid [10w] He's dumber denna dawg chasin' stock cars in a circle

Shakespeare in the Hood [10w] "Yo dawg, what gun shot through yonder bodega window breaks?

I have to say that you're the last person I'd have expected would have a seventeen-year-old daughter. You're so..." Alice stopped, suddenly looking guilty. "Dashing?" Gunner supplied. "Debonair?" "A bit of a dawg, actually.

guy at the window almost dropped our tray when he saw Albert.  “Hey, Dawg,” he said to Albert when he finally got over his shock.  He handed Jack the tray and laughed, “I thought at first the dog was driving.” “Of course the dog can’t drive,” said Jack as he handed over the money and took the tray.  “He’s way too young.” Grandma

1.              “Following the leader” 2.              “Fork it over” 3.              “Look out!” 4.              “Nerves of steel” 5.              “Odd ball” 6.              “Top dawg” 7.              “Scene from a Disney movie” 8.              “Greetings!” 9.              “What’s wrong with this picture?” 10.              “Here’s Your Sign” 11.              “Sharing” 12.              “No pain, no gain” 13.              “Wing it” 14.              “More than meets the eye” 15.              “Jammin’” 16.              “It’s in the bag” 17.              “It ain’t over ‘till . . .” 18.              “Happy Camper” 19.              “Shiny” 20.              “Easy as pi” 21.              “Heroes of a different sort” 22.              “Cut your losses” 23.              “Crime doesn’t pay” 24.              “Tough nut to crack” 25.              “Beauty is in the eye” 26.              “Red-handed” 27.              “Whatever floats your boat” 28.              “Stand off” 29.              “Blue” 30.              “Tragedy!

Ad – Add               Ail – Ale               Air – Heir               Are - R               Ate - Eight               Aye - Eye - I                 B                            B – Be - Bee               Base - Bass               Bi – Buy - By – Bye               Bite - Byte               Boar - Bore               Board - Bored                 C               C – Sea - See               Capital – Capitol               Chord – Cord               Coarse - Course               Core - Corps               Creak – Creek               Cue – Q - Queue                 D               Dam - Damn               Dawg – Dog               Days – Daze               Dew – Do – Due               Die – Dye               Dual - Duel                 E               Earn – Urn               Elicit – Illicit               Elude - Illude               Ex – X                 F               Fat – Phat               Faze - Phase               Feat - Feet               Find – Fined               Flea – Flee               Forth - Fourth                 G               Gait – Gate               Genes – Jeans               Gnawed - Nod               Grate – Great                 H               Hair - Hare               Heal - Heel               Hear - Here               Heard - Herd               Hi - High               Higher – Hire               Hoarse - Horse               Hour - Our                 I               Idle - Idol               Ill – Ill               In – Inn               Inc – Ink               IV – Ivy                 J               Juggler - Jugular                 K               Knead - Need               Knew - New               Knight - Night               Knot – Naught - Not               Know - No               Knows - Nose                 L               Lead – Led               Lie - Lie               Light – Lite               Loan - Lone                 M               Mach – Mock               Made - Maid               Mane – Main               Meat - Meet               Might - Mite               Mouse - Mouth                 N               Naval - Navel               None - Nun                 O               Oar - Or – Ore               One - Won                 P               Paced – Paste               Pail – Pale                            Pair - Pear               Peace - Piece               Peak - Peek               Peer - Pier               Pray - Prey                 Q               Quarts - Quartz                 R               Rain - Reign               Rap - Wrap               Read - Red               Real - Reel               Right - Write               Ring - Wring                 S               Scene - Seen               Seas – Sees - Seize               Sole – Soul               Some - Sum               Son - Sun               Steal – Steel               Suite - Sweet                 T               T - Tee               Tail – Tale               Team – Teem               Their – There - They’re               Thyme - Time               To – Too - Two                 U               U - You                 V               Vale - Veil               Vain – Vane - Vein               Vary – Very               Verses - Versus                 W               Waive - Wave               Ware – Wear - Where               Wait - Weight               Waist - Waste               Which - Witch               Why – Y               Wood - Would                 X                 Y               Yoke - Yolk               Yore - Your – You’re                 Z

I've known him since dirt was new, Papaw laughed. We go way back... Dawg Papaw, that's a long time! Mark exclaimed.

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One of many things I loved about Lewis was his tendency to meander when writing. A column or chapter would be on one topic, but he would squeeze in two or three side stories on the way to the main story. This was before the internet or reading anything on the phone, so one had the pleasure of meandering along with Lewis. This was not a race to information. This was a relaxed ride full of enjoyable detours. It is my nature too to meander when writing. I need to figure out new ways to say, ”But I digress.”.

Jimmy stated that as a youth he was a triple threat. He couldn’t hit, run fast or field a grounder. I am beginning to like Jimmy even more than the day I met him. This is a far cry from Lewis’s youthful self-aggrandizement. Yet I like Lewis for his youthful self-aggrandizement. Writing is kinda funny that way. Candidly, I like Jimmy’s and Lewis’s stuff better than Erskine Caldwell’s depressing stuff, but I digress. Plus, it is shabby form to dis a writer who is no longer around to defend himself. But if Erskine was around, my guess is his self defense would be depressing.

Barbara had to depart for an appointment. I wanted badly to kiss her on the lips but exercised restraint and settled for a hug. I may have embellished that. It might have only been a firm and gracious handshake.

emergency. You know I’m tryna spend time with Ren before she leaves.” “It is,” Zane assured him, “I found him, big dawg.

As we walked in, the Ghast King floated up from his throne and said, “Ender King! Dawg, that was a sick air at the last surf contest. I had no choice but to give you a perfect 10 from the judge’s booth.” In response to the complement, the Ender King teleported next to the Ghast King and they did some bro stuff. The Ender King bumped chests with the Ghast King. The Ender King tried to fist bump, but the Ghast King frowned because he did not have any hands.

Having bein? raised by the B*b*l*n Bee incarnate may be why I've become 120-proof Irish by nurturing myself: (present participle: on the 8th day, the dawg of purgatory had no chill and the freshest thot to experiment with my godgiven slot machine genes)

Leni took a picture of Matthew in front of the Salty Dawg Saloon. One hundred years ago, it had been the post office and grocery store for this out-of-the-way spot that even Alaskans called Land’s End. Now the old girl was a dark, twisty tavern where locals rubbed elbows with tourists and the walls were decorated in memorabilia. Matthew wrote LENI AND MATTHEW on a dollar bill and pinned it to the wall where it was immediately lost among the thousands of bills and scraps of paper around it.

Crista.” His voice, despite its gentleness, resonated with a dark, hidden fury. “Was he alone?” Her hand gripped the doorframe as she met his gaze. “It was just Dawg and me, Alex. I swear.” This time. She knew if it happened again, if she dared to let it ever repeat, then it wouldn’t be just Dawg. And when that happened, Dawg would make an enemy of her brother for life.

Him or jail. She could see it in his expression. Crista shook her head slowly before swallowing tightly. “I’m not one of the Nauti Boys’ whores,” she whispered harshly. “I can’t play one to stay out of jail, Dawg. I’d rather rot in prison than buy my freedom at the expense of my soul.

You’ll destroy me,” she cried out, her fingers digging into his scalp as his tongue licked over her nipple. “Again. You’ll destroy me again, Dawg.” He had to understand. He couldn’t do this to her again. She could easily give herself to him, just like before. “It’s okay, Crista. I won’t hurt you, baby,” he groaned. “It’s just us. See? No one else is here. Ever. God, I’d kill the man that tried to touch you now.

Prince Charles, while visiting the United States in 1977, attended a University of Georgia football game. Trying to be friendly and do what they could for Anglo-American relations, a Georgia fraternity unveiled a huge sign as the Prince walked onto the field at Sanford Stadium that read, “The Prince Does It Dawg Style.

God, she loved him. If she could give him his every desire then she would do it in a second, but some things she knew she couldn’t do. Dawg and Natches she couldn’t do. And she had no idea how to tell him.

It’s not an either-or,” he repeated. “I’ll do nothing you can’t live with, Kelly. Ever.” “But you’ll want to.” Her voice lowered further. “If Dawg or Natches found a woman they wanted for their own, then you’d want to be a part of it, wouldn’t you, Rowdy?” “I wouldn’t miss being a part of it, anymore than you would miss their touch after having had it.” There was no way to reassure her, and God knew he wanted to.

Dawg’s been chasing you for years, Crista. What’s up?” Crista’s eyes burned with anger as she slowly tucked the ordering pad into her back pocket and glared at him furiously. “I’m not a plaything for the three of you,” she snarled then, surprising him and Natches. “If you cared for anything past yourselves then you damned well wouldn’t expect it. You’d grow the hell up and get over it.

The sharing isn’t an every time thing, but it would sure as hell be missed if we stopped.” “Has anyone ever asked you to stop, Dawg?” she asked. “Have you ever considered it?” Something dangerous flashed in his expression before it was gone just as quickly. “I’d stop if someone I loved asked it of me. If I knew the woman I loved couldn’t handle it.” He shrugged his broad shoulders.

A bloated capitalist, like 'im, what do hexploit us poor dawgs, ought to be lickidated." It was Mr. Toller undoubtedly who was saying that; and Red recognized his own oratorical expression, "liquidated," the meaning of which, for the word had reached him from Bristol, had always puzzled him—though this had not prevented him from using it in his orations.

The point is even old dawgs can change or learn new tricks.

Dey treat people like dawg if yuh nuh ’ave money like dem,” Mama G said to a very young Patsy, pulling her along. And when Patsy tripped and fell from the sudden force, Mama G shouted at her. “Why yuh suh clumsy? Yuh have two left foot, gyal? You is nothing but a disgrace! Yuh mek me shame! Get up an’ don’t mek me have to drag yuh ’cross dis market!

You da man, dawg.

For time and space and love and laughter, I have to thank my own home team: my husband, Chip Cunningham, who has, over the past nineteen years, made all of my dreams come true; my all-star son Maxx Cunningham (who gets his first cameo in one of Mom’s books); my son Dawson “the Dawg” Cunningham, who is coming out on top; and my radiant daughter, Shelby Cunningham.

Meanwhile, David Grisman, a Ralph Rinzler protege and Monroe devotee from New Jersey, was living in California and developing his own newgrassy sound, a blend of bluegrass, swing, and Jewish klezmer that he called “dawg music” (after the canine nickname bestowed on him by friend Jerry Garcia).

Papa’s not afraid of anything and I’ll bust you in two halves if you say so.” He jerked off his cap and hurled it to the ground. Text rolled his eyes until the whites showed. He had never seen Lon angry before, but he wasn’t afraid. “Then how come your Paw didn’t whup Mister Eben when Mister Eben kicked his dawg about two years ago?

Gareth Miller grabbed the beer first, then the hotdog, because if there’s one thing you don’t want to be caught dead without at these sorts of events it’s beer. The hotdog was strictly for show, a prop, a way of blending in. Burst of static in his right ear: “G-man, you read me? What’s yo’ twenty, dawg?” Gareth departed the concession stand, stopped, looked down at his hands, and tossed the hotdog into the first trash receptacle he saw. Raising his wrist to his mouth, he spoke into the cuff of his long-sleeved tee. “Concession stand, Section B. Over.” Allowing his hand to linger by his chin, he gingerly scratched his cheek as if he had meant to do it all along. The same voice: “Yo, I’m in position. Ready when you is.” Gareth cringed while crossing the wide concourse, checking both directions. The giant hallway was the main drag of a ghost town, its only residents a solitary custodian sweeping debris into a portable waste bin and the concession crew to his rear.

If You Don't Know Now you Know You Going To Miss My Love And I Ain't Stressing Bout A Dawg On Thang Cause I was True When I Gave You My Love You Search You Will Never Find Another Love Like My Love You going To Miss Me I Ain't Got Time While You Sit Around And Play With my Love And If You Would've Taken care Of Home,'Stead Of Leaving Me Alone Cause I Would Be Right There With You Taken Care Of You Steady loving You Like I Used To Do

I find dogs better than humans. I like them more, in fact. Is there something the matter with me? Could be. May be, at heart, I too am a dog. At least I am not inhumane like most humans. What say you, dawgs?

When’re you gonna let go’a this, man? Nobody gives a shit that you’re a weird dork. You look mostly normal. When you want to, you act normal too. People don’t know how fucked up you are. Only I do…” She chuckled. “So yeah, sometimes I can’t fuckin’ stand you, and sometimes you can’t stand me, but more’r less? We’re on the same level, dawg.

Desperately, I needed a reversal of fortunes. Then suddenly, I knew what I needed to do. So, I stopped at the Northside cemetery. Mom was buried there. I gave Deya another pass and left her outside the gates of the cemetery. I wasn’t certain but I didn’t want to mix my perceived notion of Deya’s Voodoo with Mom’s Ghosts, Dead Dawg, and Haints. Too many demons in the same location didn’t appear to be a smart thing. Once inside,I said what I needed to say, laid a rose, and headed back to retrieve my sweetheart. But I knew Deya. She had a fear of ghouls and hitchhikers hanging out in the graveyard. So wisely, I scanned her person for a Greek cross, miniature doll, or chicken foot in her possession. Fortunately, she passed my inspections. So, I left the graveyard, took the wheel, and got the hell out of that area in a haze.

Due to Mom’s condition, she would attack “The Walls” from sun-up to sun-down and day after day due to her mentalparanoia. With the death of her sister, no barrier, partition, fence, or any standing surface would’ve been safe. That kind of trauma would’ve created an endless loop of rages such as: “Oh no! Oh no! Not my sister, you Devil Ass Dawg! Oh Jesus, those Dead Dawg have come and taken my sister away! Help me Jesus! Help me get those Dawg out of my house! Lawd, I can’t take these Dawg howling anymore! Lawd Jesus, bring her back! Lawd, bring her back!